(Verse 1)
Good advice fails/ suggestion prevails/ unbiased interfusion that you know at last has trailed. Traditions of a mentor dilute wisdom of the age/ steering wrong directions I felt should not be arranged.
What do I do with, What do I do with, What do I do with that?
(Chorus)
It was the jet black shoes that walked all over/ the line that crossed the "T" in the letter. The jet black shoes that walked all over/ the letter from Chauvet.
(Verse 2)
Internal complications/ flight out on the seven seas/ internal complications that have more to do with me. For nothing ever wants to go and nothing wants to stay/ it's all outside forces move us round/ that's how I got away.
What do I do with, What do I do with, What do I do with that?
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Flight taken, oasis found/ and now that I'm alone, I still am restless in the night, regretting what I've done/ For even though it's free I am, else my mind settles on/ the contempt of life that I've amassed could make the angels run.
What do I do with, What do I do with, What do I do with that?
(Chorus)
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